Chapter Three:
Do I Know You?
Struggling uphill, Madoki bounced happily by Magick's side, seeming to do well enough without sustenance of any sort. Magick however, was leaning on a self-made wood-piece, her hunger knawing at her stomach evilly. Magick was nearly about to punch the little blob of lard.
Magick had a random thought-- if she was truly back in the Pokemon world (which, it seemed to be at this point) she might be able to change her form to a mew once again. Short-haired, black, cute.. it was a chance that not exactly everbody got on an everyday basis.
Concentrating, closing her eyes and letting go of her stick, trying to let herself relax to the emitted extreme. Her body went slack with her relaxation, and Madoki scuttled away from her with an offended "Myu!". She could picture herself, changing shape, like a molded creature, and assuming her former form.
Her hands splayed out in front of her, and only the second's worth of pain seemed an eternity. White light stretched her body parts like taffy, moving her arms and legs with disgusting noises of internal movement. The same white light seemed to surround her as he clothing was absorbed into her skin, mking her the mew she had been once.
Delight flowed through her, and she instantly shot into the air, a good fifty feet from the ground, whirling and dancing happily. She could finally let her past go! She was once again the best of best..
And was falling at an alarming rate.
Flapping her arms wildly and to no avail, she plummeted quickly, only to stop once she had hit, adding insult to her other injuries. Groaning and rolling over, she found herself in her human form once more, obviously unable to keep up the mew form after so long without practice. he had been away for a while now, it wasn't exactly her fault.
Hearing voices from a little whiles away, she immediately propped herself up on her elbows and yelled, "Does anyone have extra clothing?"
Boy, that was stupid, a little voice said in her mind, laughing at her and jeering. Oh, shut up, she replied, and sat up with a gasp of fresh pain in her now incredibly sore muscles. Three girls rounded the corner and stopped dead, staring at her with little meaning in their eyes.
Magick smiled cheerfully, and gritted her teeth at the pain that it caused. She waved a moment, then stood up, brushing her nightgown off. The girls continued to stare at her until she realized that Madoki was sitting on her head. She carefully took him off and stared down at him, and he displayed a nice little array of extremely sharp teeth.
Looking back up at the girls, Magick hastily decided to finish what she had started. "Do you have any clothing?" she asked dryly. Literally. Her mouth felt like cotton, and pain was wakening in her temples. Oh please, oh please, oh please.. just take me out of the sand and dirt and nasty bug-ridden grasses..
One of the girls stared at her oddly, then turned and whispered something to another girl. Stepping forward, she extended her hand and said, "Fi upi dorak Rimlehd?"
Magicks eyes widened. "Total language switch," she whispered confusedly, then shook the girls hand, trying to decipher her words. "Erm, I'm a friend. Friend," she said, and stopped herself from biting the girl's hand off when she squeezed it in a firm grip. I'll firm grip you, she thought nastily, and sent a little shock of electricity down her arm into the girl's hand.
The girl remained unaffected, and seemed rather amused at this. "Mit dibby," she giggled, and turned to her friends. "Ull yink des vorou."
Right, Magick thought. Enough with the foreign language stuff already. Concentrating on speech pathology and how words were formed in the human language, she focused on the girl and then relaxed. "She said something stupid, probably," one of the other girl's said.
Magick's cheeks burned. "Oh, shutup!" she snapped angrily. "Just because you talk some highly sophisticated language I don't understand..." She stopped, as the three looked at her strangely once more. "Um.. hi?"
"Okay, so now that we know you talk human," one girl said. She seemed to be the most aggresive of them all, with bright blue eyes and shining hair that was a shade lighter than black, but was unidentifiable. "What's with your eyes?"
Magick felt them, and looked at the others. Their eyes were significantly larger, and seemed to reflect light much better than her own did. She blinked a couple of times, trying to make them expand. Well, at least I know I'm not on Earth anymore... "I've just come from Earth," she said, looking down embaressedly at her pale blue nightgown.
"Urth?" another girl asked. Her hair seemed to be dyed a bright orange, and it was cropped closely to her slim jawline. She and the other two whispered excitedly for a moment, then the first one, the one with light blonde hair, spoke again, first clearing her throat.
"Urth isn't safe, you know," she said quickly. "We usually have to eradicate all people from there."
Magick's eyes widened. "Uh, no, that's quite alright, I like my body," she said, stepping backwards.
The girl with the blackish hair smiled lightly. "We're not going to kill you," she said haughtily. Then, smiling fully, she took off her backpack and handed Magick some clothing-- a pair of extremely baggy jeans, as she was considerably taller than she, and a small blue tank top.
"Thanks," Magick said, and the three turned their backs as Magick slowly got dressed, first wrapping Madoki's eyes in her nightgown arm.
"So where are you from, on Urth?" asked one of the girls while she was slipping on the tank.
"L.A," Magick replied, and the three turned back around. Carefully unwrapping Madoki, Magick beamed down at him. He 'meeped' at her and hopped onto her shoulder happily, bouncing slightly from his movement.
"Oh," said the girl with orange hair. "Well, if we want to get to know you, we ought to get aqquainted." She stretched out a slender, well-shape hand and pointed to herself and the other two. "My names' Crash, that's Jads, and that's Joey."
Magick's jaw dropped. The unvarnished three stood together, smiling thinly at her. These three were her childhood friends, and the friends she had left behind so long ago.
Joey was the one with the backpack, wearing jeans and a purple shirt, covered by a dark blue jacket. Her long purple hair slung over one shoulder, braided down the middle and short on the end, exactly like Magick's dream in Fushigi Yuugi, Nuriko the Crossdresser. Magick quickly dimissed that though and moved on to see Jads, who wore a bright red shirt with a white stripe across it, lighting in the mid-afternoon sun. Her shorts were covered with paint and dust, looking like the comfortable types that everybody loved. Last but not least was Crash, with the orange hair that was most assuredly not dyed as it glowed slightly. Her eyes, like Joeys and Jads, were blue, and her green tee-shirt extended past her waist and down to her light blue capris.
These were the friends she hadn't seen in so long, and these were the people who had once touched her life, changing her. They weren't some dumb characters on a TV show back in America and Japan who were characterized and compared to by the man named Ash Ketchum with a stupid little Pikachu who ran to his every whim.
There they were.
Alive and well.
Still waiting for her.
Magick stood in awe until Crash stepped forward, breaking the illusion of her slight disorientation. "Are you alright?" she asked gently.
Magick cleared her throat, choking slightly, and said with a blink or two; "Yeah, I'm fine.."
Jads looked worried. She looked to Joey, who shrugged and looked back to her. "Well... what's your name?" she asked, genuinely interested.
They don't know me, Magick thought, as Madoki started to chew on her ear. She lightly grazed his head with her fingertips, and stared at them. "I'm... Magick."
Do I Know You?
Struggling uphill, Madoki bounced happily by Magick's side, seeming to do well enough without sustenance of any sort. Magick however, was leaning on a self-made wood-piece, her hunger knawing at her stomach evilly. Magick was nearly about to punch the little blob of lard.
Magick had a random thought-- if she was truly back in the Pokemon world (which, it seemed to be at this point) she might be able to change her form to a mew once again. Short-haired, black, cute.. it was a chance that not exactly everbody got on an everyday basis.
Concentrating, closing her eyes and letting go of her stick, trying to let herself relax to the emitted extreme. Her body went slack with her relaxation, and Madoki scuttled away from her with an offended "Myu!". She could picture herself, changing shape, like a molded creature, and assuming her former form.
Her hands splayed out in front of her, and only the second's worth of pain seemed an eternity. White light stretched her body parts like taffy, moving her arms and legs with disgusting noises of internal movement. The same white light seemed to surround her as he clothing was absorbed into her skin, mking her the mew she had been once.
Delight flowed through her, and she instantly shot into the air, a good fifty feet from the ground, whirling and dancing happily. She could finally let her past go! She was once again the best of best..
And was falling at an alarming rate.
Flapping her arms wildly and to no avail, she plummeted quickly, only to stop once she had hit, adding insult to her other injuries. Groaning and rolling over, she found herself in her human form once more, obviously unable to keep up the mew form after so long without practice. he had been away for a while now, it wasn't exactly her fault.
Hearing voices from a little whiles away, she immediately propped herself up on her elbows and yelled, "Does anyone have extra clothing?"
Boy, that was stupid, a little voice said in her mind, laughing at her and jeering. Oh, shut up, she replied, and sat up with a gasp of fresh pain in her now incredibly sore muscles. Three girls rounded the corner and stopped dead, staring at her with little meaning in their eyes.
Magick smiled cheerfully, and gritted her teeth at the pain that it caused. She waved a moment, then stood up, brushing her nightgown off. The girls continued to stare at her until she realized that Madoki was sitting on her head. She carefully took him off and stared down at him, and he displayed a nice little array of extremely sharp teeth.
Looking back up at the girls, Magick hastily decided to finish what she had started. "Do you have any clothing?" she asked dryly. Literally. Her mouth felt like cotton, and pain was wakening in her temples. Oh please, oh please, oh please.. just take me out of the sand and dirt and nasty bug-ridden grasses..
One of the girls stared at her oddly, then turned and whispered something to another girl. Stepping forward, she extended her hand and said, "Fi upi dorak Rimlehd?"
Magicks eyes widened. "Total language switch," she whispered confusedly, then shook the girls hand, trying to decipher her words. "Erm, I'm a friend. Friend," she said, and stopped herself from biting the girl's hand off when she squeezed it in a firm grip. I'll firm grip you, she thought nastily, and sent a little shock of electricity down her arm into the girl's hand.
The girl remained unaffected, and seemed rather amused at this. "Mit dibby," she giggled, and turned to her friends. "Ull yink des vorou."
Right, Magick thought. Enough with the foreign language stuff already. Concentrating on speech pathology and how words were formed in the human language, she focused on the girl and then relaxed. "She said something stupid, probably," one of the other girl's said.
Magick's cheeks burned. "Oh, shutup!" she snapped angrily. "Just because you talk some highly sophisticated language I don't understand..." She stopped, as the three looked at her strangely once more. "Um.. hi?"
"Okay, so now that we know you talk human," one girl said. She seemed to be the most aggresive of them all, with bright blue eyes and shining hair that was a shade lighter than black, but was unidentifiable. "What's with your eyes?"
Magick felt them, and looked at the others. Their eyes were significantly larger, and seemed to reflect light much better than her own did. She blinked a couple of times, trying to make them expand. Well, at least I know I'm not on Earth anymore... "I've just come from Earth," she said, looking down embaressedly at her pale blue nightgown.
"Urth?" another girl asked. Her hair seemed to be dyed a bright orange, and it was cropped closely to her slim jawline. She and the other two whispered excitedly for a moment, then the first one, the one with light blonde hair, spoke again, first clearing her throat.
"Urth isn't safe, you know," she said quickly. "We usually have to eradicate all people from there."
Magick's eyes widened. "Uh, no, that's quite alright, I like my body," she said, stepping backwards.
The girl with the blackish hair smiled lightly. "We're not going to kill you," she said haughtily. Then, smiling fully, she took off her backpack and handed Magick some clothing-- a pair of extremely baggy jeans, as she was considerably taller than she, and a small blue tank top.
"Thanks," Magick said, and the three turned their backs as Magick slowly got dressed, first wrapping Madoki's eyes in her nightgown arm.
"So where are you from, on Urth?" asked one of the girls while she was slipping on the tank.
"L.A," Magick replied, and the three turned back around. Carefully unwrapping Madoki, Magick beamed down at him. He 'meeped' at her and hopped onto her shoulder happily, bouncing slightly from his movement.
"Oh," said the girl with orange hair. "Well, if we want to get to know you, we ought to get aqquainted." She stretched out a slender, well-shape hand and pointed to herself and the other two. "My names' Crash, that's Jads, and that's Joey."
Magick's jaw dropped. The unvarnished three stood together, smiling thinly at her. These three were her childhood friends, and the friends she had left behind so long ago.
Joey was the one with the backpack, wearing jeans and a purple shirt, covered by a dark blue jacket. Her long purple hair slung over one shoulder, braided down the middle and short on the end, exactly like Magick's dream in Fushigi Yuugi, Nuriko the Crossdresser. Magick quickly dimissed that though and moved on to see Jads, who wore a bright red shirt with a white stripe across it, lighting in the mid-afternoon sun. Her shorts were covered with paint and dust, looking like the comfortable types that everybody loved. Last but not least was Crash, with the orange hair that was most assuredly not dyed as it glowed slightly. Her eyes, like Joeys and Jads, were blue, and her green tee-shirt extended past her waist and down to her light blue capris.
These were the friends she hadn't seen in so long, and these were the people who had once touched her life, changing her. They weren't some dumb characters on a TV show back in America and Japan who were characterized and compared to by the man named Ash Ketchum with a stupid little Pikachu who ran to his every whim.
There they were.
Alive and well.
Still waiting for her.
Magick stood in awe until Crash stepped forward, breaking the illusion of her slight disorientation. "Are you alright?" she asked gently.
Magick cleared her throat, choking slightly, and said with a blink or two; "Yeah, I'm fine.."
Jads looked worried. She looked to Joey, who shrugged and looked back to her. "Well... what's your name?" she asked, genuinely interested.
They don't know me, Magick thought, as Madoki started to chew on her ear. She lightly grazed his head with her fingertips, and stared at them. "I'm... Magick."
